I’ve never seen a ring on his finger, but this is Vegas. Maybe he didn’t mix business and pleasure, or maybe he’s married. Oh, they threw themselves at him all right, but he always acted like it was a nuisance.

In the time I’d worked him, I’d never seen Charles with a woman. He takes up a lot of space, and everyone knows who he is. It’s not like Charles is a man to be missed. After all, the owner of the casino just went at a girl in the middle of the room. I come back to reality and realize I’m in a bar with everyone staring at us. “Holy shit,” I hear Tiff say, and it breaks my lust-filled bubble. It’s pure need, and something I’m not used to feeling. My body seems to come to life, and a feeling washes over me like I’ve never felt before. He uses his hold on my hair to expose my neck and to take what he wants. He trails open-mouthed kisses up my throat to my ear, like he can't get enough of me. Too soon, he pulls away from my lips, only to go to my neck. I’m so overtaken by the kiss that I’m not even sure I’m kissing him back. His tongue pushes in as he hungrily eats at my mouth. Taking control, he grips my hair tighter, and a moan falls from my lips, making them part for him.

No, everything about him is hard and forceful, just like he’s kissing me now. It isn’t soft, not that I thought a kiss from him would be. But when I go to pull away with embarrassment, I feel one of his hands snake into my hair, grabbing a fistful and holding me in place as he makes the kiss his own. I think all those reasons combined have me pressing my lips against his.Īt first, I don’t think he’s going to respond, his lips firm and unyielding against mine. Vegas is a little city at times, but I can avoid crossing paths with him. Mostly, I know it’s because, come tomorrow, I’ll likely never see him again. Hell, maybe I just want to get a rise out of him and see what he’ll do. I don’t know what possesses me, maybe the underlying attraction I feel towards him, or maybe the alcohol. “Sugar?” He mimics me, pulling his eyes from my lips. I’ve been licking it off all the martinis I ordered tonight. “Sugar,” I say, referring to the sugar he probably sees on my lips. The high-top chair brings me to eye level with him, and I watch as his eyes drop to my mouth.

He’s closer than I thought, leaning over where I sit. Something I noticed a lot of people avoid, but I don’t. Contract is up.” My face is smug as I turn to look into dark eyes.

Buy Me 2 by Alexa Riley